Meet Amelia, a good hard worker as a waitress in Lucky's. She's been dreaming of her first true love's kiss for years, but no man has ever even dared to go speak to her.
The reason? Is because she holds a cane at her side.
What type of cane do yo...
a/n: don't listen to the song if you don't wanna cry, some people won't, but while I was writing this, i was listening to this song and started crying, yeah i know, I'm a crybaby, but i hope you guys injoy this, i might do a book two of this, just comment and tell me if I should.
Maria's POV:
It's been two weeks since Amelia's death, and my little situation with attempting to commit suicide, but, i think it's getting better.
Me and Amy have become good friends. I thought about it on maybe liking her as more of a friend, but, i could only give Amelia my full amount of love. I only want my beautiful Amelia.
We're going to her funeral today, for our last goodbyes.
I stare at myself in the mirror as i mess with the black ribbon Amelia gave me awhile ago. I'm also wearing a dress that she let me borrow from her closet before she passed.
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(The dress ⬆️)
Don't get me wrong the dress is very beautiful, but, i still have a piece of me that's missing: Amelia.
I walk downstairs wearing the ribbon in my hair, the dress, and some high heels. Thease are all things that Amelia's given me, and she asked me to wear one day. I decided, since it's the last goodbye, i think it's right.
I grab a glass then go over to the sink then fil the glass with water after putting a couple ice cubes in it. I go to the pantry then grab my anti-depressant, and take out the amount the doctors described for me to take: one pill a day.
I take out one pill then pop it into my mouth drinking the water, then set the glass down as i put my pills away. I lean on the counter looking at the photos of me and Amelia.
I stare at some of them. I don't nor will I ever know what came over me that night I kissed her, but i know it's special.
Amy comes into the kitchen then sees me leaning on the counter looking at some photos, and she goes besides me. "You okay?"
I stare at Amelia's smiling face and after a moment nod. "Yeah, I'm fine, you?"
She looks down at the photo in my hands. She says nothing for a moment, then to a count of five she nods slightly. "Yeah, i'll be fine."
I set the photos down on the table seeing Amy's dad---Joey---walk out of his room wearing a black suit.
Amy walks over to him then puts a bowtie on his neck.
I walk out of the house with Joey and Amy behind.
Joey decided he should drive.
I was hesatent since i haven't been in a car with someone else driving besides myself since my mom.
I sat in the backseat with Amy having her arms wrapped around me. But only in a friend-ish way.
I understand why Amelia loved her best friend. Amy is really comforting and could cheer up anyone on the rainiest of days.
